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Kadeem

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Uh, If your game aint sharp as mine, Consider how you gone get control
Not a nigga you can hold
In the rain while the car outside dipping through my city as it glow
Streets gleaming off the fog lights 
I remember weaving through the hall nights
If they sour it must mean I'm doing all right
F*ck em yeah we ball right

Uh, These niggas paying for next
But I understand not everybody is made for respect
The underhand compliments on my name is expected
Walked through the mud and success is the only fragrance left
I aint erasing no debts
For you little niggas borrowing styles
Haven't seen your pops in a while
Deem Pan-American like I'm dodging a trial Uh, We aint in comparison
Don't put me in they narrative
Put me where they don't dare to swim
Shit getting deeper but I stay afloat
Been stiff with the reaper he could stay at home
I ain't know my potential til the hate was swole
It rained torrential, but the Gore-Tex waned the smoke
Besides that they breaks over
I'm paying homage as the payola
The pay dirt falling like leaves when the seasons change, Believe I'm the rake holder
Poke at me and niggas getting waxed like a crayola

Uh, If your game aint sharp as mine, Consider how you gone get control
Not a nigga you can hold
In the rain while the car outside dipping through my city as it glow
Streets gleaming off the fog lights,
I remember weaving through the hall nights
If they sour it must mean I'm doing all right
F*ck em yeah we ball right

Limited daps and even less convo
Niggas is Gonzo, Nose is the business
You mind yours
The weight you hold is a no in my vision
You niggas late like tip-toes in a kitchen
Tip-top is the shape
I lip-lock with the cake
To moms I hand deliver, Wrist and hands flicker like I'm popping brake
But I dont stop for nada, Ask Shabba and the family
I was focused in the Ford and had them toys up in the Camry
It's the poster to the boy, You a fallacy
Been coasting through the void, But I never lost my grip on reality
I might've in that whip lane switching
In Brisbane dipping
Give the Cal to him like his name Ripken
My young nigga wake up pissing out the wock
Rather him go lift that thang than to whisper to the ops
Running with the dons, All my hittas on some "say when"
Niggas wrote me off and I got a bag with the same pen

If your game ain't as sharp as mine
In the rain while the car outside
Streets gleaming off the fog lights
F*ck em yeah we ball right

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